Mike’s bedroom buzzed with tension and excitement. He had just called Dustin and Lucas over after realizing that you had somehow heard Will through the radio. The static-filled machine sat on the nightstand, emitting tiny bursts of noise that made you squint as she fiddled with the knobs and wires, trying to connect to Will’s frequency.

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t going to work. We need to get her to a stronger radio.”

Dustin’s eyes lit up. “Mr. Clarke’s Heathkit Ham Shack!”

Lucas groaned. “The Heathkits at school, There’s no way we’re getting this… weirdo in there without anyone noticing. I mean, look at her.”

you looked down at yourself, shaved head, oversized hoodie, and terrified expression, and Mike felt the weight of Lucas’ words. He glanced at Dustin and Lucas.

Mike: “We’ll fix that.” he said, a plan forming in his head.

They spent the next few minutes improvising. You disappeared into the bathroom, and muffled sounds of brushing and tugging echoed through the door. Mike and the boys waited, barely containing their anticipation.

The door swung open.

you stepped out, transformed. A blonde wig framed her face, and a pink dress hung neatly on her small frame. She looked… human. Familiar, but different. The boys stared. Dustin’s jaw dropped. Lucas blinked in disbelief.

Mike’s chest tightened, and for a moment he forgot everything else, the missing Will, the danger, the weirdness. He just stared at her.

Dustin started to speak. “Wow, she looks-”

Mike: “Pretty.” Mike cut in immediately, his voice firm and soft all at once.

Dustin and Lucas turned to him, eyebrows raised. Mike cleared his throat.

Mike: “Good… you look pretty good.” he clears up.